After a night of tossing and turning and hardly getting any sleep at all, Mia got out of bed long before any alarm went off. Careful not to wake Beau, she crept over to the drawer he’d given her in his dresser and pulled out an outfit, yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt, put them on, and crept to the closer to get a pair of tennis shoes she’d left there a few weeks ago.

Beau’s breathing was still even. He was so handsome, lying there on the bed, one arm tucked beneath the pillow, the other across his chest. He’d told her that he loved her. How could any...